The Hot One ⚠️

*Trigger warning, includes minor rape context. Can skip chapter without losing storyline*

I woke up with a massive headache, grabbing my temples and rubbing my eyes. Still tired and trying to figure out where I was. All I could smell was dust and mildew.

Sitting up caused me to have a dizzy spell, but I was able to slowly open my eyes. Unsure of where I was, but still weak and unable fight my way out of here. I rubbed my eyes to clear the hazy fog that was clouding my vision.

Panic set is and I began running my hands over my body to check for my phone.

“Shit, I must have left it in the car.”, I said to myself as I rested my chin on my knees.

There wasn’t much to this room that was barley bigger than the mattress I was on. The walls were made of cinder blocks and there was a small window, but it was so high I couldn’t see out of it. Black trash bags blocked any light coming through the window.

I had no clue what time it was or what day it was. There was a light on in the room, but it was an awful yellow color and only dimly lit the room. Very fitting since there was only a mattress in the room.

Memories of my kidnapping started to flood my mind, increasing my headache. Images of sex mixed with fighting a man off in the grass, to being thrown in the back of the car and knocked out.

*Knock Knock*

I was startled and jumped at the sound.

“Rise and shine Miss.”, the man I had recognized before popped his head in the door.

My survival instincts kicked in and I backed myself in the corner, holding my knees to my chest and turning my face away.

He walked into the room holding his hands up in surrender, “I am not here to hurt you.”.

Still unable to speak out of fear and there was no way I was going to trust someone who just kidnapped me.

“Are you hungry? I brought you food and water.”, he paused as he walked further in.

“I am Graham by the way.”, he said as he knelt down in front of the bed with a bag of food.

Looking at him through my hair, I still didn’t move. Fear crippling me, but my adrenaline was rising. I was entering fight or flight mode.

“I wasn’t sure what you would like, and you have been out for a while.”, he smiled.

Mustering up courage to speak, I grabbed my sore throat.

“Why… why are… you being nice to me?”, my throat was very dry.

“Here I got you a bottle of water and there is a bathroom here. Dirty, but usable.”, he pulled a water bottle out of the bag.

I didn’t move and still confused why he was being so nice. The same man who tackled me and threw me in the back of a car. An accomplice in shooting my friend and leaving him for dead.

“Well, I will leave this right here.”, he placed the bag and bottle on the end of the bed.

“Why did… my friend have to… die?”, I asked

“He was collateral damage. No one was meant to get hurt. My friend just has a temper he can’t control sometimes.”, he said as he walked to the door.

Still unmoved from my curled position, he looked back at me.

“I promise I won’t let my friends hurt you.”, leaning against the door.

We stared at each other for a few moments.

“This will all be over soon.”, then he closed and locked the door.

Unable to control the sobbing, I let it all out. People around me end up dead. I was better off with these thugs because that kept everyone close to me safe.

I cried until there were no more tears in my eyes. Highly dehydrated and unsure if I will live to see tomorrow. No one was coming for me.

Lying on this dirty mattress I had to make a decision to live or die. Was my life worth much to anyone? And how capable am I to fight off three men larger than myself.

Deciding to live at least for another day, I grabbed the food and shoved it down my throat. Hoping that he didn’t change his mind and come take the bag back from me. I checked the water bottle to make sure that it hadn’t been opened before I drank from it.

“Think! Think! Think!”, I spoke to myself.

Trying to remember anything that I have learned in life to help figure out my predicament. I remember that one time I had a foster brother who was a troublemaker. He used to brag about the things he did in his other foster homes.

This one time he mixed household items together and it created this chemical reaction emitting a gas. He put it next to the air return so that the gas would circulate throughout the house. Luckily the only person in the house was his foster dad, who got out before it made him too sick.

He also told us about starting fires next to the smoke detectors, so that the emergency services would come. Doing it in the middle of the night made sure that his foster family hated him. And he was only doing it for the attention since he was about to age out of the system.

Needing to get out of this room to scope out what I was up against, I knocked on the door. One of the other men opened it. He wasn’t as kind looking with his face covered in gang tattoos.

“What it do lil mama?”, he spoke with a slang I didn’t recognize.

“I need to use the restroom.”, I looked away to keep from making eye contact.

“I gotchu lil mama.”, he pulled me by the arm down the hall.

To the left was a doorway leading into a rundown kitchen, it didn’t look like anything worked and there were no appliances or furniture. Before I could go any further, I pushed me in a door on the right.

It was a small bathroom and the toilet looked like something out of the prison ward. I think it used to be white at one time.

“Can you close the door please?”, I asked the man.

“Nah lil mamma. Ya can piss or go back to ya room. Ya feel me?”, he said.

“I’d like some privacy.”, pushing my luck.

He didn’t like my answer as he rushed into the small room. I backed up with each of his steps until my back hit a wall. I put my hands up and turned my face preparing for him to hit me.

In my face he yelled, “Ya ain’t got nuttin I ain’t neva seen befoe!”.

He grabbed my hands with one of his and held them behind my back. Stepping back, he looked me up and down. I was still in my lingerie and shorts.

“Dammmnnn lil mamma. Ya gots a smokin bod.”, he licked his lips.

He rans his hands over my body grabbing each of my breasts before smaking me around. Whispering in my ear the things he was going to do to me while I was locked in that room. This man would haunt my dreams.

Tugging at my shorts, I tried to fight back. He was only slightly larger than me. He managed to tear my shorts off and grab my ass.

He leaned in and licked his way from my breasts up to my neck, trying to put his tounge in my mouth. I decided to spit in his face.

Gathering himself and charging back at me, “Ya gunna pay fer dat.”.

Before he could rape me, Graham came running in behind him. With one swift motion he pulled him back and punch him in the face.

“Get the fuck out of here with that fake ass gangster wannabe shit!”, he yelled at the man.

Making sure he ran off before turning back around to me, “Are you alright Miss?”.

Unable to catch my breath I went into a panic attack. Graham rushed over to me, and I flinched when he reached for me. Then he grabbed me and held me gently in his arms while I was still tense.

We dropped to the floor as I cried.

He whispered, “Shhh. It’s going to be okay. I am sorry you had to meet him.”.

I couldn’t fathom why my kidnapper was being nice to me. In the middle of my hysteria, I knew how I was going to escape. Graham was going to help me get out of this place.

Letting him hold me until I came down from the high of the attack, he ran his hand up and down my back. This man had a soft spot for me, and I knew we had sexual tension in the elevator at my office. I needed to befriend him and then seduce him.

The thug scared me a little, but I was sure Graham would make guarantee that he didn’t step foot near me again. There was no doubt that his unstable personality is why Cameron was shot. I hadn’t met the third guy yet, but I assumed he was the driver in their getaway car.

I stopped crying moments ago, but he didn’t let go and I didn’t move.

“Do you still need to use the bathroom?”, he asked calmly.

“I can wait until this is over. I don’t want to go with the door open.”, I wiped my eyes.

“Don’t worry about him. Let me help you up and then I will close the door.”, he spoke with certainty.

“What about him?”, I asked a leading question to gauge his reaction.

“He won’t bother you again. I will stand right outside until you are done.”, he picked me up.

“Thank you.”, I spoke as he walked away.

Taking my time using the restroom calmed my nerves. I could hear Graham outside on the phone talking to someone. Something about getting the money and releasing the girl.

I was being held for ransom. Shaking my head; knowing I didn’t have any money to pay anyone. The only people I knew with money were Cam and Adrian. One was dead and the other didn’t know I was missing.

Splashing the cold water on my face, I wiped away my makeup. My hair was a mess, so I pulled the rest of it down and ran my fingers through it before pulling it back up in a high pony. This outfit would absolutely seduce Graham.

Opening the door, I saw him standing their shirtless. His body made me drool. How could a criminal kidnapper be so fucking hot?

He slid his shirt over my head, “Here this will keep his eyes off of your body.”.

“I don’t think my body is his problem.”, I chuckled as he helped me put my arms through the holes.

“You’re right he was raised by thugs, your body is just a temptation.”, he smiled as he led me back to my room.

It was clear that he had checked me out, he wasn’t so bad himself. Maybe being kidnapped wasn’t so bad after all. My sex addicted brain was happy that I was at least planning to seduce the hot one.

-To be continued-